Hit U Up Lyrics
| Song | Hit U Up |
| Artist | Lil Wayne |
| Album | Lights Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks | |
| Niggas that's 'bout beefin' - lettin' them k's spark | |
| Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers - them real niggas | |
| Niggas who did time - hard-to-kill niggas | |
| How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it | |
| Niggas ain't fightin' no more - niggas bustin' your head | |
| Sendin' you to your grave - it's do or die, cousin | |
| Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin | |
| They dressin' in black, prepared for combat | |
| Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks | |
| Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust | |
| You get hit, that's on you, my nigga - you're outta luck | |
| You're stuck like chuck - wodie, you're assed out | |
| That's what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth | |
| Get erased, my nigga (my nigga) | |
| Look here: i leave no trace, my nigga (my nigga) | |
| No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga (my nigga) | |
| Fled the scene - so you have no case, my nigga- -case, my nigga | |
| Look here: you can play if you wanna get down | |
| Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found | |
| (hook [b.g.]) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (whaa?) | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up | |
| [juvenile] | |
| I was wrong for a lot of shit that i'ma take to my grave | |
| Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave | |
| Must was meant for me to be thuggin' - i stay in some beef | |
| Baby and slim keep tellin' me, "juvenile, stay off them streets." | |
| I can't help - i draw attention; they be fuckin' with me | |
| I'm hot in the ass and can't get enough of these streets | |
| A lil' nigga in the rolls screamin', "fuck the police!" | |
| Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east | |
| Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself | |
| In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health | |
| I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck | |
| My life is four hundred degrees, so i bust 'em up | |
| Still stickin' to the g-code, ree's, and b's | |
| Quit drinkin', but i will smoke some weed indeed | |
| All they understand is my project english | |
| And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis | |
| (hook-4x [b.g.]) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| [b.g.] | |
| I run the streets 'cause i'm real if it's daylight or dark | |
| You a killer, nigga? (eah?) ain't no fear in my heart | |
| I'll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war | |
| I'll even go k for k with ya - now make your choice | |
| Better know when i'm in beef that i be creepin', nigga | |
| Better know that i'm a snake, and i'ma sneak ya, nigga | |
| Each time i hit the corner, i be leavin' niggas | |
| Momma upset - can't even go on and grievin', nigga | |
| Nothin' change - i'm on tv, i don't play with you niggas | |
| Still the same that'll spin broad day on you niggas | |
| And empty a hundred out that k | |
| Where you're caught hangin' is where you're left stankin', ya heard me | |
| I've been in the game - niggas know what i'm 'bout | |
| So many murders under my belt, i done lost count | |
| If you wanna be another number, my nigga | |
| Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga | |
| (hook [b.g.]) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (whaa?) | |
| Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| [lil wayne] | |
| Hello, world | |
| I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop porsche boxter | |
| Young mobster, wild and obnoxious | |
| Pop some in your dreadlocks - what? me not no rookie, boy | |
| Glock cookin', boy | |
| I'll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy | |
| Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' | |
| Spark or lace somethin' | |
| Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' | |
| Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call america | |
| And in my hood the laws are scared of us - we are too terrible | |
| If i live to be old, it's a miracle | |
| 'cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit's hysterical | |
| That's why i keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo | |
| Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you | |
| Don't blame me, society changed me | |
| You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar | |
| Cut off lights, we masked riders | |
| The hood trash got us in a position we can't shake | |
| With boys we can't break, and due to that you ain't safe, bitch | |
| (hook [b.g.]) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga (ooohh!) | |
| (did you see that?) | |
| We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| (did you see that?) | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| Boy, look, | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooohh!) | |
| Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up (ooohh!) | |
| [b.g. (talking)] | |
| Nigga - we put holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me | |
| We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' | |
| And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (hot! hot! hot!) boy$, nigga | |
| Let 'em burn, nigga | |
| Let 'em burn, nigga | |
| B.geezy, lil wheezy, juvy, two tymer |
| zuo ci : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks | |
| Niggas that' s ' bout beefin' lettin' them k' s spark | |
| Knockin' itoffyourshoulder soldiers them real niggas | |
| Niggas who did time hardtokill niggas | |
| How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it | |
| Niggas ain' t fightin' no more niggas bustin' your head | |
| Sendin' you to your grave it' s do or die, cousin | |
| Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin | |
| They dressin' in black, prepared for combat | |
| Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks | |
| Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust | |
| You get hit, that' s on you, my nigga you' re outta luck | |
| You' re stuck like chuck wodie, you' re assed out | |
| That' s what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth | |
| Get erased, my nigga my nigga | |
| Look here: i leave no trace, my nigga my nigga | |
| No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga my nigga | |
| Fled the scene so you have no case, my nigga case, my nigga | |
| Look here: you can play if you wanna get down | |
| Get your stupid ass left where you can' t be found | |
| hook b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up whaa? | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up | |
| juvenile | |
| I was wrong for a lot of shit that i' ma take to my grave | |
| Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave | |
| Must was meant for me to be thuggin' i stay in some beef | |
| Baby and slim keep tellin' me, " juvenile, stay off them streets." | |
| I can' t help i draw attention they be fuckin' with me | |
| I' m hot in the ass and can' t get enough of these streets | |
| A lil' nigga in the rolls screamin', " fuck the police!" | |
| Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east | |
| Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself | |
| In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health | |
| I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck | |
| My life is four hundred degrees, so i bust ' em up | |
| Still stickin' to the gcode, ree' s, and b' s | |
| Quit drinkin', but i will smoke some weed indeed | |
| All they understand is my project english | |
| And if you don' t like it, you can kiss my penis | |
| hook4x b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| b. g. | |
| I run the streets ' cause i' m real if it' s daylight or dark | |
| You a killer, nigga? eah? ain' t no fear in my heart | |
| I' ll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war | |
| I' ll even go k for k with ya now make your choice | |
| Better know when i' m in beef that i be creepin', nigga | |
| Better know that i' m a snake, and i' ma sneak ya, nigga | |
| Each time i hit the corner, i be leavin' niggas | |
| Momma upset can' t even go on and grievin', nigga | |
| Nothin' change i' m on tv, i don' t play with you niggas | |
| Still the same that' ll spin broad day on you niggas | |
| And empty a hundred out that k | |
| Where you' re caught hangin' is where you' re left stankin', ya heard me | |
| I' ve been in the game niggas know what i' m ' bout | |
| So many murders under my belt, i done lost count | |
| If you wanna be another number, my nigga | |
| Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga | |
| hook b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up whaa? | |
| Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| lil wayne | |
| Hello, world | |
| I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop porsche boxter | |
| Young mobster, wild and obnoxious | |
| Pop some in your dreadlocks what? me not no rookie, boy | |
| Glock cookin', boy | |
| I' ll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy | |
| Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' | |
| Spark or lace somethin' | |
| Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' | |
| Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call america | |
| And in my hood the laws are scared of us we are too terrible | |
| If i live to be old, it' s a miracle | |
| ' cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit' s hysterical | |
| That' s why i keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo | |
| Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you | |
| Don' t blame me, society changed me | |
| You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar | |
| Cut off lights, we masked riders | |
| The hood trash got us in a position we can' t shake | |
| With boys we can' t break, and due to that you ain' t safe, bitch | |
| hook b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga ooohh! | |
| did you see that? | |
| We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| did you see that? | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Boy, look, | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| b. g. talking | |
| Nigga we put holes in you bitchass niggas, ya heard me | |
| We don' t barrow nothin', don' t fear nothin' | |
| And ain' t nothin' you can do ' bout these hot! hot! hot! boy, nigga | |
| Let ' em burn, nigga | |
| Let ' em burn, nigga | |
| B. geezy, lil wheezy, juvy, two tymer |
| zuò cí : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Come on, come on | |
| Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on | |
| I roll with a bunch of untamed guerrillas, head bustas, and sharks | |
| Niggas that' s ' bout beefin' lettin' them k' s spark | |
| Knockin' itoffyourshoulder soldiers them real niggas | |
| Niggas who did time hardtokill niggas | |
| How you live, you get it is the way a nigga play it | |
| Niggas ain' t fightin' no more niggas bustin' your head | |
| Sendin' you to your grave it' s do or die, cousin | |
| Aimin' straight for your head, makin' sure you die, cousin | |
| They dressin' in black, prepared for combat | |
| Ridin' four deep strapped with choppers and macks | |
| Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust | |
| You get hit, that' s on you, my nigga you' re outta luck | |
| You' re stuck like chuck wodie, you' re assed out | |
| That' s what happen to ya tryin' to be hard, runnin' your mouth | |
| Get erased, my nigga my nigga | |
| Look here: i leave no trace, my nigga my nigga | |
| No witnesses so can you see my face, my nigga my nigga | |
| Fled the scene so you have no case, my nigga case, my nigga | |
| Look here: you can play if you wanna get down | |
| Get your stupid ass left where you can' t be found | |
| hook b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done popped you up, chopped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up whaa? | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up | |
| juvenile | |
| I was wrong for a lot of shit that i' ma take to my grave | |
| Continuously whippin' niggas like a runaway slave | |
| Must was meant for me to be thuggin' i stay in some beef | |
| Baby and slim keep tellin' me, " juvenile, stay off them streets." | |
| I can' t help i draw attention they be fuckin' with me | |
| I' m hot in the ass and can' t get enough of these streets | |
| A lil' nigga in the rolls screamin', " fuck the police!" | |
| Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east | |
| Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself | |
| In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health | |
| I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck | |
| My life is four hundred degrees, so i bust ' em up | |
| Still stickin' to the gcode, ree' s, and b' s | |
| Quit drinkin', but i will smoke some weed indeed | |
| All they understand is my project english | |
| And if you don' t like it, you can kiss my penis | |
| hook4x b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| b. g. | |
| I run the streets ' cause i' m real if it' s daylight or dark | |
| You a killer, nigga? eah? ain' t no fear in my heart | |
| I' ll go toe to toe with ya or take ya to war | |
| I' ll even go k for k with ya now make your choice | |
| Better know when i' m in beef that i be creepin', nigga | |
| Better know that i' m a snake, and i' ma sneak ya, nigga | |
| Each time i hit the corner, i be leavin' niggas | |
| Momma upset can' t even go on and grievin', nigga | |
| Nothin' change i' m on tv, i don' t play with you niggas | |
| Still the same that' ll spin broad day on you niggas | |
| And empty a hundred out that k | |
| Where you' re caught hangin' is where you' re left stankin', ya heard me | |
| I' ve been in the game niggas know what i' m ' bout | |
| So many murders under my belt, i done lost count | |
| If you wanna be another number, my nigga | |
| Go ahead, drop your nuts, and run up, my nigga | |
| hook b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| We done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Nigga, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up whaa? | |
| Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| lil wayne | |
| Hello, world | |
| I zip through fast in a yellow pearl drop porsche boxter | |
| Young mobster, wild and obnoxious | |
| Pop some in your dreadlocks what? me not no rookie, boy | |
| Glock cookin', boy | |
| I' ll turn your forehead to a pussy, boy | |
| Off the gate, cousin, you niggas gon' make me stalk and spray somethin' | |
| Spark or lace somethin' | |
| Park the car, get out, walk, and spray somethin' | |
| Taught to stay thuggin' brought up in this shit that we call america | |
| And in my hood the laws are scared of us we are too terrible | |
| If i live to be old, it' s a miracle | |
| ' cause the way a nigga hatin' or bitch plottin', the shit' s hysterical | |
| That' s why i keep me two big guns on blast like a stereo | |
| Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you | |
| Don' t blame me, society changed me | |
| You haul white, you smash powder all night for the fast dollar | |
| Cut off lights, we masked riders | |
| The hood trash got us in a position we can' t shake | |
| With boys we can' t break, and due to that you ain' t safe, bitch | |
| hook b. g. | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up, nigga ooohh! | |
| did you see that? | |
| We hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| And we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| did you see that? | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Boy, look, | |
| We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Now, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up ooohh! | |
| Look, we done chopped you up, popped you up, boxed you up ooohh! | |
| b. g. talking | |
| Nigga we put holes in you bitchass niggas, ya heard me | |
| We don' t barrow nothin', don' t fear nothin' | |
| And ain' t nothin' you can do ' bout these hot! hot! hot! boy, nigga | |
| Let ' em burn, nigga | |
| Let ' em burn, nigga | |
| B. geezy, lil wheezy, juvy, two tymer |
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